When the temperature gets warm out here, the wind blows. Generally speaking, we can count on a nice breeze even when everywhere else is reporting record temperatures. In other words, it’s still perfect out here in OTG land.
This interesting local weather phenomena is because there are a few fjords nearby and, when the high pressure area’s heated air abuts the cold glacier upper area, the cold air flows down and we get a nice cool breeze. Despite that marvel of local nature, yesterday was warm. And so was the day before. It was so warm, we tapped out at about 82 degrees F or 25C. And, of course, it is ten degrees hotter the minute you step away from the breeze. So, I don’t.
Day one was a bit too warm because we went into town. Had to do a big shop for guests coming. And our Pathfinder had a recall on the airbag. I usually dread that sort of encounter whereby you get a free airbag and a report that the whole mainframe sub-assembly is ready to go and the mechanic is suggesting a $10,000 fix or else we are sure to die. That didn’t happen. They were perfect. They even gave us a free air-conditioned courtesy car and it was a brand new Nissan Titan. I drove around like king of the world for a few hours. Fun.
Day two was kinda warm for Sal. She worked the day at the little hot-as-hell post office. It’s a good 15 degrees hotter in that little bake-oven.
My neighbours went up into the back forty to do some work on the water system. It was ten degrees hotter still up there. Because of the tools and the work and because one neighbour defines work as wearing jeans and an undershirt regardless of temperature, they were melting. I was in the breeze all but naked in a pair of undershorts working on a table for the boatshed. A revolting picture but cool.
Today, the wind is up (about 18 knots) and there are the occasional whitecaps. It is gonna be lovely. I’ll work at something trivial, Sal will probably quilt, we will do what we do and another day in paradise will unfold. Honestly? I am not sure it can get any better.
There’s only one problem: no real fodder for making the second book worth writing. Keep taking a run at it and coming up roses. Literally, it is all good. All nice. All the time. Hard to write a story without conflict and challenge. Right now, we seem to have it made. Enveloped in bliss. Happy as clams.
Well, the bilge pump is acting up a bit. And we are running a bit low on beers. And bloody Netflix hasn’t added anything interesting in a long time. So, I don’t know, maybe all hell is about to break loose……